She Called!

Okay, maybe it's not that big a deal, but I made an appointment to talk to one of the PTPs at a place. Lana's her name. So, maybe the 365 days begin tomorrow. But, and this may be my saving grace, I hurt my back by sleeping on the sofa over the weekend. Yesterday, I felt better after taking Ibuprofen and sleeping through the night. I got up this morning feeling a lot better until I perched my foot on the bathroom sink to put on a sock. Let me just say that the pain is back.

PTP Lana asked me yesterday if I had any injury that would keep me from working out, and I said no, but today my back is killing me, and I'm on the magic Ibuprofen. So, I may get to put off day one until I feel better! Lana, I'm sure, figured out that I was going to be a project, so even before we met, she handed my case over to Patrick, a former military guy. Patrick, meet flabby pacifist.

In the meantime, I looked at one of those height/weight charts and saw that my recommended weight is--well, much more than 100 lbs. lighter than I predict my current weight to be. Even if I lose 100 in 365, I might not be finished.